#i have so many assignments so im disappearing after this

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[savage-rhi]

Fuchgenta??

[illustratedartist]

Jervis Tetch A.K.A The MAD HATTER 🎩🫖

OK So someone sent me an ask on here and unfortunately I can't find where it disappeared to-SO I'M VERY SORRY!

This person asked if I could make a reference sheet of my Hatter and share some headcanons, if I had any. I've never really done this before, or even had many headcanons so please bare with me lol. I didn't go into too much detail, Im not really a writer so I just tried to get the main points through.

Down The Rabbit Hole:

Has paranoid schizophrenia, and often hallucinates, especially when stressed. He mostly sees characters from Alice in Wonderland, seeing the Cheshire cat or “Alice” the most.

When very stressed or feel like hes losing control of a situation, he begins to stutter horribly. His words get jumbled in his mind, and thats when he starts reciting quotes or poems from AIW relevant to the situation hes in. Before he became the Mad Hatter, and became a criminal he stuttered constantly while speaking to anyone. 

 Jervis controls people by drugging and hypnotizing them, But the strongest form of mind control he has are the masks he puts on his “Guests”. 

For goons or regular street thugs he manages to get, he mostly uses cards on them instead of wasting materials to make masks for them. Figuring It would be easier than having Batman break them and forcing him to constantly  remake the same ones over and over. 

Also its a chance to call his thugs the “Card Guards” which amuses him.

His goons don’t matter much to him, but if he assigns you a specific character, you are highly important to his “Tea Parties” and are at risk of being forced to attend indefinitely.

 For his “Tea Party” guest list, he has crafted actual masks for them to wear, in correlation to the Character he assigned to each guest. He does make sure the guests are drugged with his special tea before putting the masks on them. Wouldn’t want to risk having you manage to break free of his control during the party! Or ever.

March Hare=Scarecrow, Dormouse= Riddler, White Rabbit= Ventriloquist, Cheshire Cat= Catwoman, The Dodo= Penguin, Mock Turtle= Mr.Freeze, Queen of Hearts= Poison Ivy, The Walrus= Bane, The Jabberwocky= Batman  

He customizes the masks so they even resemble the actual people.

His closest friends are Jonathan Crane, and Edward Nygma, his March Scare and Dorrat.

Jonathan was a psychologist so he knows how to handle Jervis, and can tolerate him for the most part. Edward on the other hand may think Jervis is a useful ally, but he's not nearly as patient with him as Jonathan is. Neither of them like being called by their "nicknames" Jervis gave them.

Jervis fell in love with the woman he had been working with, before he became a criminal, that put everything into motion. Her actual name wasn't Alice, but they both bonded over their fondness for the story, and he started to call her Alice as a fun nickname or inside joke. Though his obsession with her had already begun.

After losing it, and becoming a criminal and kidnapping "Alice" he was defeated by Batman, (Much like how it happened in BTAS). "Alice" fled Gotham after this, but Jervis doesn't know that, and is too far gone to realize that she would leave him. SO he roams the streets of Gotham looking for his beloved "Alice".

OK THAT'S IT! At least these were all I could think of. Obviously my Jervis is heavily based off the Arkham series and BTAS. But I love this little crazy guy.

[aiyexayen]

I promise im not a bot, and to prove it i'll ask for a hanzhou kiss 🥺 doesnt have to be wholesome, just whatever strikes your fancy

🥹❤️

The first time happens thoughtlessly, almost unintentionally.

Han Ying is 14 and not yet used to his limbs after his recent growth spurt. He didn't know he could have growth spurts before he had access to regular meals. But he can, and he is sure that's why he screwed up his assignment. Regardless of the reason, he is still responsible for ruining Tian Chuang's entire mission today.

And somehow, he has been forgiven. By a man with more mercy than Han Ying knows how to handle.

Anyone else, he is certain, would have thrown him back where he came from.

On his knees before Zhou-shouling, he finds himself too overcome for words of gratitude, reaching instead for the hand hanging idle at Zhou-shouling's side. He grips it in both of his. It's instinct; hasn't he seen so many servants do something like this when their masters bid them?

Han Ying's lips press into the soft skin for just a second before he feels Zhou-shouling's flinch. He looks up in time to catch confusion, smoothing into understanding and...things he doesn't quite recognise.

Qin-xiongdi tells him later, eyes dancing with mirth, that he should have pressed the hand to his forehead, not his mouth--except he shouldn't have done anything of the sort actually and he really has so much to learn about living in society, doesn't he?

Han Ying nods absently, because it's true, but he goes to bed with cheeks warm from the lingering memory of pressure on his lips and the untameable thoughts of a 14 year old mind.

The second time cannot be called an accident, mere months after the first. But neither is it calculated.

They are celebrating Zhou-shouling's twentieth birthday. Or rather, Zhou-shouling and Qin-xiongdi disappeared up to the palace early in the evening to celebrate and Han Ying has waited up alone for sounds of their return, vigilant, something he pretends is not yearning sitting heavy in the aching pit of his stomach.

When they do return it is...surprisingly loud.

Han Ying is very good at what he does, and still there are days when he cannot hear Zhou-shouling approach. The man is not just merciful, not just understanding and patient and full of barely-subdued humour, but also a refined gentleman, clever and skilled beyond measure.

So why is it that tonight Han Ying can hear not only Qin-xiongdi's clomping but Zhou-shouling next to him, stumbling?

He's out the door and down the hall in an instant, adrenaline pumpung, imagining the worst, imagining Zhou-shouling limping, covered in blood--

"'S Ying'er! What're yeu--you--out of bed! Doing! Hah!"

Han Ying stops in his tracks as a thoroughly wasted Zhou Zishu collapses against his hiccoughing, giggling shidi.

"Shixiong got--hc!--he got so drunk," Qin-xiongdi exclaims in the worst loud whisper Han Ying has ever heard. "Can you--hc!--believe it, Han Ying?--hc!"

Well, certainly he can, because it's right before him. What he can't really quite come to terms with is the fond, playful tone wrapped warmly around the unfamiliar Ying'er.

But when his two superiors almost fall over on their next step, Han Ying collects himself and steps in to relieve Qin-xiongdi of his task before he sends them both toppling to the ground.

"Shoul' get that boy some...that boy some more..." Zhou-shouling doesn't finish his thought, trailing off into a sigh as Qin-xiongdi leaves.

One hand grasping a limp arm, one hand firm on broad leather, it's quick work to get Zhou-shouling to his own rooms. But it's also so much closeness--too much for Han Ying to process: a head lolling onto his shoulder; hot breath at his neck and the smell of alcohol; warm weight against his side, so effortlessly trusting.

Ying'er.

Easier to slide under the mantle of duty and attentiveness than even acknowledge it as real, so in silence, he readies Zhou-shouling for bed; without Qin-xiongdi's energy, he seems content to simply drift.

Hydration--water droplets running down the corner of red lips, a strong chin--

Belt--hard leather hitting the floor, a quiet exhale of relief, a soft hum of contentment vibrating under his fingertips--

Boots--what if he slipped and touched that leg--what if he looked up from where he's kneeling and realised the position was just like--

Han Ying, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek, tips Zhou-shouling over onto the bed and lifts his feet up to settle him properly. He's practically asleep already, his breathing deep and slow, stray hairs wisping around his cheeks.

Hands, resting easily across his middle. Han Ying lifts them up to tuck the blanket in under them. But perhaps he has tried too hard to not think at all tonight because as he goes to put them back down, determined to not notice Zhou-shouling's exposed neck, he finds himself ghosting his lips across cool fingertips.

What--what is he doing?! He freezes, drops Zhou-shouling's hands as though burnt, and looks up, breath caught.

But his shouling is still fast asleep. Fast asleep and drunk besides, his brain finally catches up and reminds him. Han Ying lets out his breath. He has no right to such intimacy, but he's been given a stay of execution tonight. He had better not waste it.

Carefully, he flees to his own room and doesn't think about anything else at all.

The third time...Han Ying cannot even guess how the third time comes to be.

He is young, and he strives to be good, to be the best. If not in skill than in obedience. It's no longer about debt, it's about loyalty.

But he is 15, going on 16, and even he cannot beat out of himself the independent streak that kept him alive on the streets all those years.

So he finds himself again on his knees, explaining his actions.

"You are right to tell me the truth the first time."

Who would dare try to lie to Zhou Zishu?

Something of his thoughts must show on Han Ying's downturned face because the man in question snorts lightly and adds, "Not all your fellows are as clever as you."

Han Ying keeps his head bowed, but tension drains from him; he would not be receiving such praise if he were seriously in trouble.

"Your actions are understandable, but not permitted," he is told. "I expect that the next time someone pushes you to the point of retaliation, I will not hear about it."

It takes a second for Han Ying to process the precise words he's hearing. But he cannot be mistaken; there is nobody more exact with his words than the exacting Zhou-shouling.

"Yes, Zhuangzhu," he ventures.

There's an unmistakable note of amusement when Zhou-zhuangzhu confirms, "Consider it your mission."

Permission, then. Permission to do whatever he wants, so long as he doesn't get caught. Han Ying didn't think he could adore him any more, but he does. Every day.

"Yes, Zhuangzhu."

"Come on, then."

And he looks up at last, but he does not see his zhuangzhu beckoning him to rise. Instead he stands directly in front of Han Ying, one hand slightly stretched toward him, palm still facing down. Han Ying furrows his brow.

"Zhuangzhu?"

"Don't tell me you suddenly don't know what to do," Zhou-zhuangzhu says, "Ying'er."

Certainly, he isn't...?

But there's a challenge behind his eyes, sparkling a bit, so similar to the way his shidi looks when he dares Han Ying to do something a bit reckless. Han Ying swallows, but reaches out his hands; he is not a coward.

He kisses Zhou-zhuangzhu's hand and as if they have done this a hundred--a thousand times before this, Zhou-zhuangzhu detaches himself with grace and waves Han Ying to stand.

"Very good. Go report for your chores."

Reeling, Han Ying does.

After that...after that, Han Ying has the great luxury to lose track. He belongs to Zhou Zishu in a way no other Tian Chuang operative does and he may not be one of the Siji Shanzhuang disciples, or even their disciples, but he is something, and there is rarely a time he finds himself on his knees that he is not allowed the privilege of that kiss.

He is 16 and sent to his knees with a sharp word after raising his voice to his zhuangzhu; his kiss is barely-there, ashamed and still prickling with discomfort, but no less sincere.

He is 17 and accepting his promotion; gratitude wells up in him and he allows it only to show in this gesture, determined to keep composure and make Zhou-zhuangzhu proud.

He is 18 and kneeling in spite of his broken leg, true failure heavy on his heart in a way he could not have imagined four years ago; he presses his bloody lips to a hand that he pretends is not ever-so-slightly trembling.

He is 19 and his heart stops in his chest every time he sees Zhou Zishu do, well, anything; he makes every excuse to kneel in his presence, for any reason, just so he can look up expectantly for the hand that is never denied.

He is 20 and letting his lips linger every time a bit longer, leaving these unspoken feelings in the sacred space between them--the only indulgence, he has realised, that either of them will ever allow.

He is 21 and Zhou-zhuangzhu has begun turning up drunk at his doorstep, not from any party he knows about; he leaves the kiss that is his by rights even on the nights Zhuangzhu is too far gone to notice.

He is 22 and no matter how severe Zhou-zhuangzhu gets, no matter how cold, he does not forget to give Han Ying his hand. He is 22 and gives Zhou-zhuangzhu the fullness of his fealty--as if there was ever any doubt he had it--and seals it in secret between them with the briefest of contact. He hopes it is not a greater burden than it is a tool.

He is 23 and Zhou Zishu is gone.

It is only then that Han Ying realises he lost count.

Each week that passes after that, he feels more and more bereft. It should seem silly, or stupid, that he misses something so ephemeral and ill-defined, but it's the most serious thing in the world. It never needed definition or explanation. And it was all he ever asked. All he wanted: to be allowed to cherish, even if not to be cherished in return.

He doesn't shirk his duty, but he loses all trace of satisfaction in it and there is a permanent tension between his shoulders that takes up residence and will not go.

But the worst is yet to happen, because the worst possible thing is the day he finds Zhou Zishu in the forest, heart full of relief and far too much else. Han Ying kneels on the rough ground, strung taut like a bow, and Zhou-zhuangzhu...pulls him to his feet.

And again, even when his companion has left them to their own devices.

And a third time, in Han Ying's own room.

For the first time in almost a decade, he didn't dare touch his drunk zhuangzhu more than necessary to lay him down in bed.

And then Zhou Zishu walks away from every declaration Han Ying frantically tries to make verbal, leaves him there drowning in the void between them.

That could have been the end of it. If it weren't for a collective display of quick thinking and good timing, it would have been; Han Ying is not easily deterred once he has set his mind on something. Not even when faced with the price tag of his own life.

Zhou Zishu should have known that, he thinks, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at his...his Han Ying, whatever else he is to him now. It's not fair that he looks so peaceful in his healing slumber when Zhou Zishu is sure his own pulse still hasn't slowed from the clawing panic underneath his skin these past few terrible, frenetic days.

Wu Xi assured him that the little fool will be fine, and should wake any time now. Zishu is reluctant to leave his side before then. Which is convenient, because Wen Kexing of all people has snubbed him, refusing to have a civil conversation until he's "done right by Ying'er" and refusing to even let him at their own disciple.

What the hell did Wen Kexing get out of Han Ying when he was dying, anyway?

It doesn't matter. What matters is that he didn't die.

Zishu perhaps deserves whatever passing ire Lao Wen wants to throw him on behalf of Han Ying who is too...Han Ying to do it himself.

Curling his hand around the still one at rest, reassuring himself of its continued warmth, Zishu watches the blanket rise and fall steadily in the afternoon sunlight.

Perhaps Han Ying was foolish, but if the servant is a fool than the master is bound to be a bigger one. And he was an absolute fool to send him away, to think that if he just tried hard enough, he could truly push Han Ying out of his life and into his own, somewhere off the road to hell. He was a fool to think Han Ying wouldn't just throw himself down that path all the harder. He would burn himself out like a star for Zishu at a moment's notice, even if he believed Zishu didn't care about him at all anymore.

What would Zishu do, if their roles were reversed?

What hasn't he threatened to do for Lao Wen, for Chengling? What hasn't he already done in this life?

For the one who has never so much as faltered a single step, no matter where Zishu led? For the one who tempted him longer than he ever should have allowed? For the one he can rely on at the worst of himself? He knows the answer already.

Han Ying shifts, just slightly, but Zishu can feel the movement ripple on the bed and he is prepared for the groggy, "...Zhuangzhu?"

He has had long enough to contemplate his response.

He lifts Han Ying's hand in his own and without preamble presses a kiss directly to the back of it, holding it through Han Ying's flinch and sharp indrawn breath. Han Ying's other hand is raised as if to do something and he takes advantage of it, drawing that one in for its own display of affection.

Through it all he keeps eye contact, watching the journey of Han Ying's face--mouth open just slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and then narrow, calculating too much on a mind too fresh from sleep.

"I owe you two, Ying'er," Zishu offers simply.

Han Ying's face is red but he's always been a bit quicker than Zishu expects. "I don't get anything for almost dying?" he manages with a hoarse voice.

Zishu snorts. "No. You know well that I don't reward such folly." Then before Han Ying can get comfortable, he leans in closer, lets his gaze flicker down and back up with intention. Waits for the exact moment he sees the disbelief register and says, "But this is for waking up."

It's probably a reckless, ridiculous thing to do, ducking in to set his mouth against Han Ying's and forever changing something that nobody asked to be changed. But Zishu's life is full of reckless, ridiculous things now, and he can hardly claim it's the worst he's ever done. It doesn't even rank in the top fifty. He kisses him firmly, unapologetic, freeing his hands to cup Han Ying's face between them.

He doesn't stop until Han Ying no longer tastes of salt. He pulls back, hands dropping to cover the ones tangled desperately in the front of Zishu's robes.

Nonsensically, Han Ying mutters, eyes closed, "One."

[sahisan]

Hiiiii!!! May I ask for a wanderer x gn reader wherein they are rivals suddenly turning into roommates?

This can be hc and/or a fanfic, whatever is comfortable for you.

★ summary: wanderer x gn!haravatat scholar!reader. nahida assigning you to work on a project, translating an ancient plate with old runes in inazuman language, and she happens to have a certain someone by her side who may be willing to help. (im so bad at summaries im sorry)

☆ cw: sfw. fluff. rivals (enemies) to friends (??? idk there's no romance pointed out (but you can say enemies to lovers if you see it in here)). and they were roommates. kinda. wanderer stealing your tea at night. open ending (cliffhanger?). 1000 words.

☾ a/n: the "wanderer stealing your tea at night" part in the fic was so random i genuinely see myself as a genius for hc'ing him that way ohmygod. thank you anon, i really enjoyed writing this one.₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠��⁠(⁠　ﾟ⁠∀⁠ ﾟ⁠ ⁠)⁠◟⁠ ⁠⁾⁠⁾

"what?!" your voice echoed through the space of the sanctuary of surasthana as you stared at the small figure of the dendro archon in front of you with wide-open eyes.

this can't be happening.

"why am i being paired up with him? he's not even a scholar!" you protested.

but that's not even the worst.

"and the worst! why is he going to live with me in the time of our project?" you threw up your hands, pitying yourself and mentally preparing for what will happen.

"nahida, my dearest, spare my life, would you?" you begged the small archon, trying to convince the goddess to have mercy on the poor you.

nahida knew that you both couldn't stand each other - your constant rambling about how tha "hat guy" often can't keep his mouth shut, continuously speaking out loud his thoughts about you- no, not thoughs, they were insults of his own kind, and you often found yourself mumbling about how irritating he is in the empty rooms of the house of daena; she also listened to how wanderer complained about you - you, who dared to snatch his hat away while he accidentally fell asleep on one of many lectures in the akademiya. yet not only you took it away, you also had the courage to place it on your disgusting head, and walk with it on around for the time he was asleep!

"the runes that were found in those ruins are written in inazuman, [name]. and wanderer is... well-familiar with that language and the nation itself." the young goddess explained in her calm tone of voice, keeping away most of the details.

"but nahida, have mercy, there's no way we coul-"

your pleas were cut off with nahida's small frown and intense stare. you couldn't help but sigh, hopeless.

you thought that when wanderer will have his enter to your house, the building will be blasting with his mocking comments out of everywhere, that arguments and occasional disagreements in everything wouldn't have their end. yet, you were wrong. you and wanderer were ordinary discussing the project of translating the old inazuman runes, talking through about who will deal with this or that topic in it, or who will translate the meaning of the old plate with those runes.

you ofthen found yourself surprised at how he would try to keep down his banter when he saw how exhausted you were after those lectures in the akademiya, so he just shut himself up in case he happened to walk on you in that state, and instead resented how you don't take care of yourself, devoting so much time to all the unnecessary languages ​​and useless pieces of paper called books.

but, there was one more thing.

since wanderer has recently moved to your house, your tea began to disappear as if a cat was sneaking into your kitchen at night, brewing ten cups of tea at once. you already had your suspicions on who could it be, but you needed to figure it out yourself.

so, you waited for him to appear at the usual place you two are meeting every morning for fresh breakfast (for you - a full breakfast, for the puppet - a cup of the bitterest tea you have ever tried in your entire life) - kitchen. sitting in fron of each other while he was already drinking the second cup of tea this morning, and you had just finished with your dish, just sitting there and granting you both with silence.

you took a deep breath, trying not to laugh at your own idea of breaking the silence.

"wanderer, dear, would you please enlighten me on why my tea has been dissipating every night since you got here?" you asked in a fake bittersweet tone, clearly hiding a laugh that has been brewing in your throat.

as he proceeded to raise the cup to his lips, but stopped after your words. wanderer's eyes glimmered with suspense. was he really that obvious, he thought?

"are you implying that-"

"yes."

"no, i am not stealing your tea at night." wanderer scoffs with a scowl on his features. he needed to get the suspicion off himself. "it even sounds like a joke, do you even hear yourself?"

"so how would you explain the magical disappearing of my tea?" you mockingly raised your eyebrows, prepping your chin and cheek on you palm, your elbow on the table.

"that's none of my concern, [name]." he deadpanned, not even bothering to look at your side. ah, good old mean wanderer. how you missed that.

you sighed with a smile that clearly showed that you definitely knew something, and laid the suss off of him for now.

for now.

yet, you decided to check on him later that night, as you were oh so right in your suspicions. you just needed to cast light on his small, silly doings that he denied every now and then. and so, you sneaked into your kitchen at night to prove your point.

what you saw clearly amused you - you needed you hold a hand over your mouth to not laugh out loud in the middle of the night. this was too predictable.

wanderer was leaning against the kitchen counter with his front, with his back turned to you. he was facing the window, the moonlight illuminating on his porcelain skin and indigo hair as if he was an angel from heaven himself. your feauters softened upon seeing him glaring up at the moon in thoughts, yet your eyes wandered off of wanderer and to the three already empty cups of tea next to him on the counter.

"i knew it would be you." you whispered, not bothering to hide a smile, as you heard him snort shortly after.

"...tch. no peace in this house even at night." wanderer sighed, taking another sip from the fourth cup of tea. he turned his head slightly to the side, a small, genuine smile coating his lips. "how irritating."

[lostonehero]

Hidden in plain sight

A short drabble on assassin Martin :)

"The clover has fallen." The dirty blonde hair woman crosses her arms seemingly readying herself for a monster.

A redheaded man in a stripped sweater with soft features stops and turns to face her. His face was soft splattered with freckles. His thick, framed glasses were pushed back on his face. His blue gray eyes narrowed as he frowned, raising a brow. "Lena sent you." He sighs, and the softness seems to drain out of his features. "I don't enjoy being interrupted on a job."

The woman tilts her head. "You're Blackwood?"

"I am." The man hums softly. "Have my orders changed?"

The dirty blonde haired woman hands over a letter. "I was told to deliver this to you in person."

Blackwood takes the letter and reads it slowly and shuts his eyes, and takes a deep breath. "Things have changed." He pauses. "Did she ever explain why?"

The woman shakes her head. "She said I would be your handler."

"I am able to read." Blackwood smiles sharp and sinister. "I shall inform you when I have to show my true colors to my now marks under my protection." He folds the letter back to, and he softens, becoming a stranger. "I already know who you are, Gwendolyn."

Gwen watches the large man disappear in a crowd stunned.

.....

Tim sighs, leaning against the doorframe. "Are you sure you're ok here? I've got a nice couch back at my apartment."

Martin smiles as he sits on the cot. "Im fine, Tim. Besides, what if I lead these worms to your place? That would be horrid, and you don't deserve that."

"Tim, don't even try. He already refused mine and Jon's offers. I even think Rosie offered, too." Sasha shakes her head. "I'm still going to get you a better blanket."

Martin smiles softly. "You're too kind."

"Goodnight, Martin." Tim frowns. "Seriously though, if you change your mind, my door is always open."

Sasha dragged Tim with her. "Stay safe Martin the weekend isn't forever."

Martin smiles until he hears the door shut, and he knows they left. Jon is in his office and won't bother him until he leaves at about 9 pm. Jonah won't watch him down here unless he causes damage. He reaches down and takes out a box, and opens it to reveal needles. He can use these worms as target practice until he hears Jon visit him, and then when Jon leaves, he can really start to train again. The tunnels are excellent to actually hone his skills.

.......

Gwen heard the creak of the yellow door too late because there was a distorted scream behind her and blood with colors that didn't make sense spilled on the table in front of her as Blackwood leaned back in his seat and sipped his tea.

A distorted voice growls, and the long hand with too many sharp angles tried to pull his impaled hand from the table. "What are you?"

Blackwood narrowed his gaze and sipped his tea. "I don't appreciate you going after my assigned to protect. You're a weak avatar of the distortion is still so focused on old wrongs done to you. Your little vendetta against a dead woman will lead to your undoing." He places his mug down. "You would have made a good ally if you weren't so wrapped up in your little plot."

Gwen knew better to look behind her at the monster. "Why protect me?"

"You are my handler, Gwen, and I do prefer you to Lena. I could make you hate me if I so desired, but you're still so new to this world. It would be unwise to ruin this relationship for my own amusement." Blackwood flicks his gaze to Micheal. "Learn to control yourself and not just feed if you truly want to go up against me. Just because I am young doesn't mean much when I know how to kill you."

Micheal seems to glitch as Blackwood removes the knife. "You're not human."

"I'm not an avatar either." Blackwood tilts his head. "Remember, Micheal, you either can join me, or I will be forced to kill you if you lay another hand on the ones I've been assigned to protect."

The yellow door creaks shut without another word.

Gwen crosses her arms. "Why ask me to come here?"

"A few reasons. One you might as well ask me questions, you deserve some answers that Lena won't give you. Two, I must warn you that your brother isn't entirely dead as Jonah uses his body. However, I do not know the full extent of how it works. Third again I rather like you as a handler, so I wish to keep you around." Blackwood picks up his mug. "This is also a lovely cafe. I enjoy the excuse to visit."

"I do have questions." Gwen pauses and sighs. "Will you answer truthfully?"

"I don't have a reason to lie to you." Blackwood takes another sip from his mug. "I understand the hesitation, but I can assure you, I've learned it's not optimal to lie to handlers."

Gwen nods and begins her questions.

[seekforwarmth]

hiii im the anon who want smau recs SJDJWJS they're just so fun to read and i can't find any 4 some reason 😭

hi anon! i’m going to list them in two categories: completed and ongoing, in no specific order. pls read the warnings when you click on each au. let me know if you want me to create a monthly rec list as i do with ao3 fics.

COMPLETED

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໑ Model Louis & Hockey player Harry by babygirloui Harry's career as a hockey player is going better than ever but his private life is falling apart, now he has to deal with a divorce, think what is best for his son, handle the media following his every step and try not to fall for the cute face that he sees everywhere.

໑ i’m your biggest fan by bunnylouies Where pop star Harry and model Louis part ways after a nightly adventure, just for Harry’s manager to want Louis to star in his newest mv. They both find themselves lost in more than they bargained for.

໑ football player Harry/campus journalist Louis by bunnylouies The attention wasn’t new to him, but in this case Louis didn’t even know how to deal with it. Surely their college set up a nice idea but he was not meant to receive these gifts every single day. Or was he?

໑ sugar rim by @nouies Louis misses his flight home on Christmas Eve. He stumbles upon a bartender who will change his night—and possibly his life.

ONGOING

໑ enemies to lovers by louis28angels Where Harry is the captain of the school's team, and Louis is their main cheerleader. They hate each other, except Harry is completely crazy about Louis.

໑ sugar and spice and everything nice by loupunkprincess Louis is a content creator who posts about his life as a baker and a mother of a cute girl. Harry, a small artist, is their fan and enjoys baking along during their lives. fate works in funny ways.

໑ pleasing by loulaylor Divorced father and CEO of Pleasing, Harry Styles, meets his new digital marketer, Louis Tomlinson, who won't stop posting silly things on the Pleasing social media accounts. Louis is the one person not intimidated by Mr Styles. Cue instigator Louis and grumpy Harry.

໑ Holmes Chapel by loubrry Louis received a strange text from an unknown number and gets involved in a messed up situation about a girl's disappearance.

໑ Influencer Louis & Gamer Harry by babygirloui Harry is known for his attitude and his mean group of fans. When Louis' friend send him a clip of a gamer making fun of him, he decides to confront him without realizing the big online fight that could start. After being public enemies no one expected them to fall in love.

໑ Fake relationship by babygirloui When singer Harry Styles gets in trouble, his team decides that the best idea is to ask the one celebrity they have near for help. Louis didn’t know what he was getting into when he agreed to go on tour with his photographer boyfriend.

໑ baker Louis/lawyer Harry a/b/o by bunnylouies Louis is a sweet omega raising his 5 year old son by himself. Harry is a strict and professional alpha. What happens when their paths cross? Will they be able to learn from the other or will it only cause trouble?

໑ eat the rich! by BLOUBIRDSHONEY In which Harry Styles, a retired model turned CEO, finds himself too buried in his work to shop for himself. Cue in Louis Tomlinson, a personal shopper who scams his clients.

໑ FEASTING ON THE FLOWERS, CHOKING ON YOUR LOVE by tomlinloufae You would probably never expect someone like Louis in the club where the punk rock band Vicious plays as the main band of every Friday night. People that go there eat boys like Louis for breakfast but he's not scared of them or Harry, frontman of Vicious, who scares almost everyone. However, this might be the first time Harry is the one who feels scared and it's not because of none other but the sweet boy with flowers in his hair who is trying everything in his power to make him fall in love with him... ໑ farmer Harry/influencer Louis by adorelousi Farmer himbo Harry is in a parasocial relationship with influencer city it girl Louis. When their mutual friend Niall sets them up on a date that’s when Harry’s insecurities get in the way and ruins everything… or does it?

໑ wedding planner Louis by louigallery Louis is the best wedding cerimonialist in the upper-crust NY circles. One of his friends is getting married with a rich kid, just one more normal situation… Or not, when you found out the groom is the man who you had the best night of your life years ago.

໑ college au by sunny_llou Where Harry has problems with the library printer and a cute and nervy boy help him with the jammed paper. ໑ bad idea right? by jacksescapade After being offered a longer contract to work with Disney and move closer to home, Harry jumps at the chance. Except, unbeknownst to him, his infuriating colleague (and self-appointed arch nemesis) isn’t above flying halfway across the world to annoy him.

໑ Flowers, dates and cats by mybluebirdd1 Both Louis and Harry give online dating a last chance. They found the perfect guy. But what happens when they find out that they've been both talking to the same guy at the same time for months. But will this twist of fate make them fall in love.

໑ Ice cold by lrrysmau Harry is a hockey team Captain who made it his life goal to get them to the #1 place in the worldwide charts. Louis is an figure skater who loves what he does and naturally, hates hockey players.

໑ enemies to lovers twitter au by 369rry Harry is a big account on Twitter that gained popularity from his viral tweets about love and relationships. Louis only downloaded Twitter to be a troll. They start beefing but refuse to block each other. They don’t know that they go to the same university...

[no-lessthan3]

some self indulgent not really fleshed out COD!fem!OC drabble (blurb?? Idk)

It's platonic (im not really comfortable writing this oc romantically with anyone especially since she is basically a teenager in my mind)

This is just about the tf141 from the reboot cuz I haven't played cod MW (or any of the COD games tbh) but it is the version I've been obsessing over for like a month now and I wanted to write something

Hope you enjoy!

Just because she wasn't as stoic as a skull mask adorning Lieutenant didn't mean she wasn't as closed off.

Just because she was always happy go lucky and ready to play pranks on people with her Scottish partner in crime doesn't mean she wasn't the same person who had went through enough panic attacks to be able to detect when they were gonna happen and try to mask them infront of people.

It was another layer of protection around herself; the smile. The wrinkles around her eyes from all the times she forced her lips to lift up at the corners and her eyes to disappear behind their lids inside the bathroom mirror in the middle of the night acting like a blanket of warm summer hues over her small and shivering form in the midst of a ruthless winter storm, just so she won't have to look at people in their eyes and see pity.

Goodness gracious she hated that feeling. The one of being looked down upon with sympathy and sadness and oh poor her she could break like a porcelain doll! So broken, so fragile... So weak.

She hated it.She knew she couldn't get the image of the bombing out of her mind, she was just a teenager, a child for fuck's sake. Of course the reason she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes for even a couple minutes was because images of her dead mother's lifeless eyes staring back at her kept flashing in her mind.

After all, how couldn't they? She did have to stare them back for more than an hour while she tried to get herself out of the enclosed space she was stuck in, her mother's bleeding corpse beside her, a tmt bar straight through her neck and a huge boulder that could have gave up on whatever was supporting it being suspended and just crushed her entire being, just inches from her face.

One.

Only one person survived that day.

Only once person who could be helped in time by the pair of dark hands covered in camo who got her out of there.

And Vayu wouldn't say that it was Amaara Solace.

Even though the legal documents would say something else.

But for now, she'll have to worry about how many cups of coffee can make her go through this stack of files that her captain and his hideous cowboy hat had assigned her. She doesn't wanna think about how much of this shit her Seargents have to go through, much less the stoic second in command of her task force.

On the stars that's one thing about them she would never be envious of, they can drown in files all they want.

[mxltifxnd0m]

I'M LATE BUT I WANTED TO DO THE CHARACTER ASK GAME WITH YOUUUU !!

i'm gonna ask a shit ton sorry not too sorry because i just love when you talk about things and i'm selfish and in love with you!!!!

5, 6, 9, 12, 13, 14, and 21 with sammy ???

bonus answer any of those questions you want about isaac !! (idk if i ever said this but i had a huge crush on him as a kid when my sister was obsessed with teen world would explain the whole entire plot of it in detail to me every night before bed LMAO)

character ask game !: [send something in my inbox and ill answer honestly]

ARGHH I LOVE YOU MARI SO MUCH (be as selfish as you want hehe) <33

(im going to answer for both of them bc i love both so much and OMG??? you're so real for crushing on isaac bc SAME i love stiles as well but isaac 😩😩 why are we literally the same/made for each other??)

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

sammy: ooh summer child by conan gray or a little death by the neighborhood isaac: daddy issues by the neighborhood or j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) by delaney bailey

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

sammy: errr i would say my passion to learn about obscure topics or the amount of sass we have isaac: the way we both care a lot of about our friends/ our loyalty to the people who we love

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

sammy: ooh i think to a certain extent i could but sam feels like the type to leave dishes in the sink and id probably get irritated at him for it LOL isaac: i feel like he'd be a good roommate but would have a habit of not taking his shoes off in the apartment

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

sammy: i have plenty in my head but i have one where he actually had a birthmark at the base of his spine that foreshadowed his first death at the end of season 2 but disappeared after he was brought back :) isaac: that he still kept in contact with the pack after he left to france at the end of season 3B 🙃 (i have so many thoughts and feelings about isaac not coming back for the rest of the show because we were ROBBED)

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

sammy: ooh the emojis that remind me of him is probably these ones: 🧩🩸🍁☕️🎻 also i don't think sam would use emojis while texting he might just use emoticons or if hes gonna use emojis, he uses them like a millennial 💀 (i feel like we forget that sam is in fact a millennial LOL) isaac: the emojis that remind me of isaac: 🐺🐚💐🌕🌀 but i don't think isaac would use emojis either but if he had to it would be this specific combo 😐😑😐 (idk why it feels like isaac to me lmaoo)

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

sammy: if we're talking like a modern stanford era sam, then like downtown boy or dark academia for mr. law boy loll isaac: ooh isaac was hard to pin down but i have to say like downtown boy or maybe even soft boy (im thinking grandpa sweaters)

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

sammy: mmm my fav thing to do when im writing for sam is probably writing his mannerisms that i've noticed when watching the show or describing how absolutely gorgeous he is @_@ then my least favorite thing as of late is writing dialogue for him like idk why but he's been sounding ooc to me when i write him T_T isaac: my fav thing to do when writing for isaac is exploring his personality more in depth, i haven't written a lot for him just yet but i still want to explore his character (because the writers didn't) so idc if he seems ooc in the potential fics i write LOL i don't really anything that isn't my least favorite thing to write since i haven't written for him that much, but that'll change soon! (i just have to get out of my sammy brain rot just the tiniest bit)

ARGHH THANKS FOR SENDING THIS IN MARI I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT AND FOR LETTING ME YAP ABOUT MY LOVES (other than you ofc <33)

[fridayyy-13th]

THE "fanon is so much better then canon" REBLOG TAGS. WOULD U BE OKAY SHARING UR SASHA CHARACTERIZATION THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS THAT MADE ME SO EXCITED TO SEE..... . no worries if u'd prefer not to though or wouldn't be sure how to articulate all of that!!! im like that sometimes when there are just So many character thoughts so no worries either way :-]]] have a cozy day or nightttt btw

oh my goodness yes absolutely i would be okay sharing. Sasha's my girl!! i love her!!! and i will not stand for fanon's slander of my beloved.

a while back i made a post about the list i have of Various Sasha Observations from the episodes she appears in (tbh i still need to add stuff from MAG 039 to it...), but what's always struck me is just how full of character and life she is, even appearing in as few episodes as she did. she's curious, clever, snarky, pedantic, reckless, and cares for her friends so much. basically the opposite of the "braincell holder" archetype she's been assigned!! she faces monsters head-on twice to protect her friends, she learned about Martin's CV through her own snooping and kept that information to herself so he could keep his job, she seems really easy to talk to (in MAG 024, she manages to coax an amused tone out of Jon, who's in full prickly-boss-mode at this point in the series), and she's also just as clueless about archiving as the rest of the characters (see: the stapler incident. standard staples rust, i believe what she should have been doing to keep the loose statements together was putting them into individual folders? i'm not an archivist. but the idea Sasha would have been better at archiving is not true. she would have absolutely been a better Archivist though. in Jonah's eyes, at least. she's got Jon's lack of self-preservation and double the curiosity).

also just...as an arospec person i love projecting on her, honestly. aromantic!Sasha is a headcanon very dear to my heart; i'm particularly fond of queerplatonic interpretations of her and Tim's relationship. i'm also very fond of queerplatonic jonsasha! which is even harder to find!! i just love the ace/aro solidarity they could have. i've got fic WIPs that feature both those relationships in more spotlighted roles than they usually get, if only i could finish them...alas, i'm a notoriously slow writer. they'll get done eventually, i promise 😅

oh my GOD i almost forgot to mention just how often the other characters bring her up after her death!!! see, like, another thing about fanon is how often Sasha is sidelined, even when she's still alive, but Jon pauses for a heavy moment after Knowing she was killed by the Not!Them, and Martin repeatedly asks about her and her safety after "she" (the Not!Them) disappears, and Tim's downward spiral is accelerated by having lost another person dear to him to the Stranger. and even after her death, she's important to them. when Peter asks Jon "where are your friends, Archivist?" in 159, his first answer is "Tim and Sasha are dead," when his closest friend at the time is Daisy. this isn't even important to her characterization per se, but it's important to me that you know that she was so important to them. she was their friend!!! even though she was forgotten she was remembered as a friend!!!!!

...but uh, yeah. that's my thoughts, lol. Sasha James is the light of my life and fanon absolutely dropped the ball on her. fanon tends to drop the ball on most things but Sasha especially. God i love her so much. it's like my personal mission to get the fandom to care about her as much as i do.

[goodfully]

oh god i cant believe ive finished reading the neapolitan novels already, its over??? ahh okay thoughts on the last book "the story of the lost child"..

honestly i was dreading the last maybe twenty pages bc i didnt want it to end hahaha. its crazy that everything we've read is essentially all for lila. "i who have written for months and months and months to give her a form whose boundaries wont dissolve." ahh!!!!! what!!!!!! to spend so much of the book saying how much lila suffered and feared from dissolving boundaries, how she had been so overwhelmed during the earthquake when the entire world felt like its boundaries were dissolving, and then say that everything shes written is to keep her from dissolving herself... my goodness. "i loved lila. i wanted her to last. but i wanted it to be i who made her last. i thought it was my task. i was convinced that she herself, as a girl, had assigned it to me." wow... you ever loved someone so much... also.. the way lenu was saying how connected they are, that even tho she has written a lot about her own life in these pages, "the very nature of our relationship dictates that i can reach her only by passing through myself"??? god.

i think my favorite parts of the book were all when lenu and lila were so close to each other during and after their pregnancies. i just thought it was so sweet, the way they were basically a family together, two mothers and their children. going to their doctors appointment tmr, taking walks together, taking care of each others daughters like their own.

i have to admit that i was confused by the meaning of the dolls at the very end, but i love that the openendness of the ending was referring back to something unanswered (where were the dolls) from one of the very first scenes from the first book (altho very interesting!, considering how not too long before the end of the book, lenu was telling imma not to believe in the cyclical nature of society). to me i thought, perhaps also it could mean that (assuming its lila) lila chooses existing (with lenu) over disappearing? actually, when tina disappeared and dede had accused lila of losing tina on purpose, i immediately thought it made sense. the first thing we literally know about lila is how she has felt the need to erase herself completely, and tina parallels/is an extension of lila the way imma parallels/is an extension of lenu. lila wanted to erase herself without a trace, and there was literally zero proof of tinas death/kidnapping/existence.

in the same way lila wouldnt be able to erase herself completely without also erasing tina, i think about the idea of how the ppl we love will never truly be erased if we love them? thats why even if tina disappeared, lila cant be erased bc lenu loves her. like how, whether its on purpose or not to keep her mother alive, lenu finds her mothers existence with her in her limp. i think the same could be said about the solaras, who altho arent exactly loved by the neighborhood, are important enough to most ppl in the neighborhood and their power is still felt in the neighborhood after their death. also, i think its a little different, but im reminded of when lenu said something like the many fragments of ourselves are scattered like splinters or something (altho i think the context here was about their children). but no one is ever never really gone, i think.. oh.. i go crazy every time she talks about her relationship/similarities with her mother (the ancestors in her body when she was physically violent back against her mother, and the.. "must i watch you become worse than me?"), and her relationship/similarities with her daughters (her daughters reaching the same age as the ghosts of her girlhood), and every time the imma/tina relationship parallels the lenu/lila relationship.

i was thinking that this book was more of accepting yourself and your origins, whereas the other books showed lenu and lila trying to escape them? perhaps acceptance of the past and the agency you have despite the past that defined you? like when lenu realizes that ninos actions are not attributed to his father, nino is his own person and he himself is the reason he is a piece of shit man, not just bc of the man who raised him. and that part when lenu said that antonios tone resembles the neighborhood, but it is entirely his own. more so when lenu had published her third book and said that only words and stories from the neighborhood were the only ones with meaning, and that she no longer felt she was a victim of her origins but was capable of dominating them and using them to climb higher. stuff about the past and present colliding. it reminds me of when mariarosa said something like, a woman without love for her origins is lost, or something.. i kinda forgot what the context was tho.

oh another thing, the closeness between the childhood neighborhood friends meant so much to me.. like there was a moment when carmen said that lenu and lila are her sisters during that little gathering with the neighborhood group of kids now all grown up just talking to each other... i think theyre like family, they grew up together. when lenu goes in the neighborhood after moving back to naples and is talking to carmen, lila, and enzo again... they care so much about each other. and talking about how much they love pasquale too no matter what hes doing. sobs.

this just reminded me of nino.. (he was there the first time, but whatever! he kinda wasnt.) when lenu makes nino come over, i was so pissed... and i had a feeling something bad would happen while he was there, but tinas disappearance was not what i was expecting.. oh but enzo.. my beloved, he was so caring and attentive, not only to tina but also imma. ahh.. while im on the topic of men, the part when gennaro and stefano find rino, and gennaro had to listen to stefano yell insults at rinos dead body and then beats up stefano while crying that he is disgusted with himself for being his son. it just made me really sad.. these are the two adult men he has and is related to..

tbh francos death sticks out to me mainly bc he said something that i honestly believe and live by, i repeat it to myself to not relapse into whatever mental illness, "it [is] a good rule not to expect the ideal but to enjoy what is possible", but then he kills himself immediately after and it... makes me so fucking sad.

lenu said this only in the beginning about feeling the hostility from her mother/lila and felt estranged from them, but i often think about freedom vs loneliness. i suppose its also something throughout the whole series, with how much she wanted freedom and to escape from her origins, she /was/ lonely. and the time spent trying to be on her own without lila was also lonely. the end of the entire series when she felt her friendship with lila must have ended... that was lonely. i think in this fourth book, lenu expressed a lot more of her love for lila.

anyway... overall i loved the entire series so much... i am so glad i read it finally, its some of the best books ive ever read. im on a trip with family rn and every time someone asks me what im reading, i really dont know how to summarize all four novels all together in a way that explains how good and thoughtful it all is. also i know its adapted into a show, which i really want to watch eventually! i still cant believe im done reading tho.. like what do i do now! ahhhhhh

[frothingatthemaw]

okay i dont think itll fit in one ask but here we go (and by it haha well lets justr say the entire podcast)

MAG 1 anglerfish

the magnus institute is a research organization for the supernatural (oooOOoOoO). they take statements of people who have had Paranormal™ experiences !! jonathan sims believes most of them are fake.

our beloved head archivist jonathan "jon" sims was promoted (by the head of the institute) (elias bouchard) from researcher to !! head archivist !! of the magnus institute, london !!!! because the one before him (gertrude robinson) is missing (oooooo) (she died). the year is 2016 and he started at the institute in 2012 also i might give you specific episodes later just so you can hear peoples voices yk yk

but !! he has been assigned two (three (3)) assistants !! tim stoker, sasha james, and martin blackwood !! he Does Not like martin.

the archives are VERY disorganized !! the files are not all in their right boxes and the boxes have some strange labels like 86-91 G/H

most of the (thousands of) statements are handwritten or typed on a typewriter, with no digital/audio copy. "in fact, i believe the first computer to ever enter this room is the laptop i have brought in today". he is making audio recordings of statements. also. this is all recorded on a tape recorder. (attempts to record many of the statements on his laptop have been met with significant audio distortion) (but not all of them) (btw a lot of this is direct quotes. i am not currently listening to tma i just know it) (what autism does to a mf)

because the investigation and research isnt included in the files, tim, sasha, and martin have to do supplementary research. and he will Read them at the end of each statement. but since its super super disorganized the order of the statements is. not. like there just is no order its random

BUT !!!!! statement time

statement of nathan watts. regarding an encounter on old fishmarket close, edinburgh. statement given april 22, 2012.

statements are given in first person but im just gonna summarize

SO. this guy is at college (or uni as the brits say) (for biochem) (it was a few years before he gave the statement thats probably important to note) and he has a weird birthday + took a gap year so hes like 2 years older than his classmates which means he tends to hang out with older students

so hes at a party for his friend michael mccauley because he got accepted into an earth science masters and theyre down at a place drinking very disruptively so they have the place to themselves

so now hes drunk so he decides to walk (30 minutes) (very hilly) home (he did resist going home but he went anyways a bit later) but so hes walking home and he has a bit of a tumble stumble (on account of the hills) (steep) (he is drunk) so he has a cigarette to calm himself

suddenly (gasp) there is a Guy in an alleyway next to him and he asks "can i have a cigarette" and so our man nathan is a bit unnerved but he holds out a cigarette nonetheless but the alley guy doesnt move and keeps Swaying (hes swaying) and says it again

the guy had a Blank face and was lookin kinda sickly and was Swaying some more (from the waist)

so then the alley guy asks again and then statement giver nathan is like. woahg that guys mouth is not moving. so then he looks at Alley Figures feet and well gosh golly they are not on the ground

so he drops his cigarette and turns on his phone flashlight but then the Alley Figure disappears (folding in by the waist) (like they were tied to a string that suddenly got pulled tight)

so hes looking in the alleyway and he sees nothing. its just a boring old alley.

so he goes back to the Public where there are People due to it is Public and goes home the rest of the way in a taxi. and then he goes to bed mimimi

and then the next day after doing hangover stuff he goes to the Spot again to look at it while the Sun is out. but nothing happens. and there is an unsmoked cigarette (marlboro red)

he looks it up and theres nothing. he tells his friends and they go erm well you were drunk but hes never hallucinated while drunk but nobody believes him

and then a few days later a student disappears. john fellows. who was at the party longer than nathan and in the picture on his missing poster he has a pack of marlboro red cigarettes in his pocket (woahg)

nathan has not quit smoking. but he does take more taxis

STATEMENT ENDS

what a first episode !! crazy right so now the research

- no evidence to prove this. our beloved archivist was going to refile this statement in the discredited section that he made because hes a skeptic

- BUT. sasha (love her) found missing person reports from between 2005 and 2010 and there were six (6) people who went missing there in those years

- jessica mc something in 05

- sarah baldwin in 06

- daniel raulings(?) in december 06

- ashley dobbson? and meghan shorr in may and june 08

- john fellows in march 2010

they were all unsolved !! baldwin and shorr were smokers but we dont know about the rest

sasha also found the last picture taken by ashleys phone that was sent to her sister, captioned "check out this drunk creeper, LOL" (pls note he says el oh el like the letters personally offended him its really funny) except the picture is an empty alleyway (the same one described in the statement)

sasha increased contrast and it shows the outline of a very long hand at waist height of ur average guy. and the hand looks like its beckoning.

END EPISODE ONE

i love tma so much bro why can't my stupid brain let me do anything..... guys can't have anything around here smh smh /silly

i love you jon so bad.....

also. i did listen to this episode but my brain got a little confused with it (i cannot visualize things in my brain well) so this has made me understand this episode a hell of a lot better, thank you <3 this was so pleasant to read, it's laid out very well and very informative for the shorter formant <3 thank you beloved arson!!!!!!! doing god's work for me fr

i also want to note i have listened/read the first 5 episodes (6 being the next i haven't heard), but i would love to hear more even about the episodes i do know, because you telling me about them helps me a lot to understand all of it better :] no pressure though but feel 100% free to come back and do this anytime at all, i would genuinely love to hear more <333

thank you again, love hearing about this ^v^

[junestily]

task force 141 + backrooms au.

In which they fall into the backrooms, knowing they won’t be able to get out. I’ve done only Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Price seeing as im not comfortable with writing others just yet, maybe the others will appear in the future (so sorry) not proofread n quite short actually.

mdni, tw horror, gore implied, mentions of starving+thirst, trapped, swearing, etc..

It all started like any other day, with everyone getting ready, doing their morning routines. The 141 had been assigned with a new mission, a special request for their team to investigate about disappearances in what everyone believes to be-an enemy hideout. Located in one of the empty warehouses on enemy grounds, stood a four story building where reports say multiple members went missing past entering the half exploded place. Driving there was easy, even in enemy grounds they all knew this part rarely had any living person around, they soon hope to know why. The doors of the truck smacked closed, the 141 leaving with their bags on their back and weapons all ready in hands. They approached the building with careful steps, the entryway huge enough as it had been exploded during previous battles. A rock flies inside past the door, the Captain Price kicking it as he steps inside. The gaze of the man scanning the whole area.

“Everyone on their guards, we don’t know whats in here.” He warned, fixing the hat on top of his head correctly.

They all started checking the whole building, everyone coming to the conclusion that it is indeed, empty and without threat. They all join together on the last floor, reuniting in a circle mindless Gaz, the fella walking up to one of the blown windows to stare outside at the distant forest.

“We can’t go back empty, we will stay few days, in hope to catch or at least find out who has been capturing our fellow camarades.” Price was beyond displeased, already going on inside his head about how many days they could stay with what they had packed in their bags. As he brings a hand to massage his temples, a yelp is heard coming from the windows. Everyone quickly looking towards where Gaz was a second ago.

“Sergeant Gaz !” A quite deep voice echoes, Soap marching with heavy steps towards the window, holding on the side of it as he looks outside, checking if he hadn’t fell. As he rises back up correctly and turns to look at his members, Soap goes wide eyed, seemingly getting pulled by his feet down and its now his turn to yelp. Ghost and Price look at each other, cold sweat running down their foreheads while Soap finds himself in another place, butt down on the floor as he tried to regain his senses.

“Soap !” Gaz cried out, quickly kneeling down next to the scot. “Fuck- thought i had lost you all!” He breathed out shakily, placing his hand on the shoulder of Soap and helping him back up. He stood up, trembling and looked around before looking at Gaz.

“What happened? Where are- are you alright?” The man was getting quite overwhelmed, trying to understand the situation only made it worse. Gaz looked around too, trying to find the correct words but.. were there any ? He didn’t have time to get his own answers as a loud thud could be heard, following by a second one.

“Bloody hell-!” Ghost spat, quickly rising to his feet and aiming his gun front, only to be met with his two friends. He quickly lowered his gun and let out a long sigh as Price walked to Gaz and Soap.

“Sergeants, how copy?” Price looked them up and down, checking for injuries before he took a step past them to look at the surroundings.

“The backrooms.” Soap simply stated, quickly coming to this answer after a quick look around. They just got- teleported here and its just, endless yellow walls.

“Say what again, Johnny ?” Ghost inquired, raising an eyebrow under his usual mask. Price kept looking around, his steps thumping on the carpet.

“Backrooms, a place where… you can’t get out..” Soap’s voice came almost as a whisper, he gulped down, eyes now fixated on the floor as his words started sinking in the others head.

“What kind’o bullshit is that ?!” Ghost was pissed, his mind trying to find some logic into this- but there was none. He’d stumbled upon those ‘backrooms’ stuff, thinking about it as nothing more than a simple internet thing. What do you mean he’s locked in here !

“I-I don’t understand…”

Kyle’s voice was shaky, taking a step back he bumped into Soap who took hold of his shoulders.

“Hey mate.. It’s Alright. We’re together huh ? And we’ve got food we- we’re gonna find a way out.”

Soap spoke confidently, although he knew.. he knew there was no way out. Or at least- not yet. That’s what put some hope in him. He placed his bag correctly on his shoulders and started walking forwards, even walking past Price. The other three watched him slowly walking away, but they all soon hurried behind him.

“Okay, okay.” Price sighed, closing his eyes for some seconds before looking ahead again. “This is just.. another mission guys.” They all nodded, marching together in sync now. “We stay together, we do everything together. Copy that ?”

“Yes Captain !” They chanted together, Price hummed. “Check the comms.” He looked at Soap who pressed his device to talk into it. “One, two, I repeat. One, two.” Soap’s voice echoed into the others comms and they nodded. “At least this works..” Price seemed relieved, they started taking more and more turns along the yellow walls. Yellow walls, again.. and again. Soap used this time to explain further about the backrooms to his team, he’d read about it in his spare time and knew at least more than them. This only made them more anxious than they were before. Endless floors, even some creatures ? Oh god.

“Halt.” Price raised his hand, making everyone stop in their tracks. A metallic door stood at the end of the hallway they were in. A lift ? They looked at each other and walked to it, pressing the up button- the only button available. The doors opened with a ding- they soon got to the second floor. It opened on what seemed like endless maintenance hallways, the walls now a dark grey, filled with pipes, it reeked, a very bad smell. They stepped inside, resuming to walking again aimlessly. The smell got worse- and worse.

“I think i’m gonna be sick-“ Gaz sighed, wiping his forehead off the sweat it had. “Reminds me of that body we found three months ago-“ He immediately stopped talking, realizing what was happening. Soap looked at him in a knowing silence.

“Gun steady, we dont know whats been killed, nor by what. On the lookout.” Ghost was as focused as ever, now taking the lead in front of Price as he aimed his gun front. After some minutes of walking, and after the smell got stronger and stronger, they took a turn and here it was. Sitting down against the floor, half rotten-half bones and flesh hanging on the sides. Gaz immediately turned around, trying not to puke at the mix of the smell and the vision itself.

“Looks like we’ve found one of ours..” Price commented, kneeling down to place a hand on the shoulder of the body. “We’ve got you, rest in peace now.” He sighed as he stood back up. “No signs of an injury, must’ve let himself die- or just succumbed of starvation.” He sighed again, it seemed to be his new habit and they started walking again, leaving behind a note on the body in case anyone were to end up here after looking after them. But for now;

They were together, they were trained soldiers, they believed they could survive anything. alas so far, its gonna be endless hours of walking.. floor.. after floor.

[loola-a]

if you're still taking oc ask, 13 for all IS (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

… oughh… i love … talking about the IS languages……

ft. my IS genderbend that changed almost nothing... xx

13. what languages do they speak? how fluently?

FL=fodlan language.. im lazy

aurora: aurora can speak albinean and is also fluent in FL. she can read, speak and write it perfectly! since albinea began trying to improve relations with fodlan, their national language started being taught in schools.

freya: also albinean and [insert fodlan language] but is definitely not as fluent. she was taught it in school but didn't pay as much attention as aurora HAHA speaking and reading are probably her strong suits, though she does have a much more noticeable accent than ro.

cassandra: agarthan and FL! i imagine agarthan being similar to greek considering a lot of the ones we meet are named after the seven sages of greece (cleobulus, thales, solon etc.) as a child, her mother also teaches her FL. she's good and reading, speaking and writing, but struggles with understanding certain figures of speech. Things like 'kick the bucket', 'getting cold feet' or having 'skeletons in your closet' go completely over her head!

florence: speaks only FL, but is able to understand many older forms of FL as well! This wasn't taught to her, but she picked it up due to how many old books she reads hehe

kristoff: dagdan and FL (kind of...) i imagined dagdan being vaguely eastern european, i used a few different slavish countries (mostly poland) for an idea of the language, names and fashion there!

kristoff is.. ok. ish. at FL. he was probably taught it in school until age 12, which is when the dagda/brigid war took place and it was taken of the curriculum. he's never been one to pay much attention at school, so his reading, writing and speaking skills aren't great HAHA to quote myself in the fe scuffle discord: he very often forgets words and phrases and will just give up and speak dagdan at you, hoping his very expressive hand movements will convey what he’s trying to say LOL

aiyla: speaks both duscan and FL. when she fled to the Alliance, she barely spoke any of the language and got assigned a tutor while she stayed at an orphanage. she's a very fast learner though, and was able to pick it up super quick! however, she's also very vocal about how much she dislikes speaking FL and how annoying and needlessly complicated the language is.

benjamin: since my morphis lore connects them to the agarthans, i see morphis' language being also reminiscent of greek! even though ben hasn't been back since he was a child, he remembers a surprising amount!

apart from a few keywords and phrases, ben knew almost no FL when he arrived in fodlan with his parents. after their disappearance, he was taught by other children he met on the streets, so he knows enough to get by, but his writing skills are still pretty weak haha

romeo: almyra seems to have been inspired (at least fashion-wise) by turkey or persia! so i imagine almyran being similar to some kind of turkic language?

rome is the least fluent of the gang .. FL is not taught in almyra, so neither his parents or his uncle would have been able to teach him. by the time he meets ben, he would have maybe known a few words. romeo would have then been taught FL by benjamin, but since he was also not professionally taught, romeo doesn't have a very strong grasp on the language. his reading and writing skills are very weak, and he's not super confident in his speaking either.

[ella-the-fella]

Hehe....im cooking

T.O.L stands for Tests over Life (The owner of this facility is an evil man hehe)

T.O.L foundation is a very large testing place owned by someone named Will Karmos. He goes on by stealing random people and uses them for experiments. he also finds strange anomalies/entitys and takes them as well. Some experiments end up alive, some corrupted, some died and were brought back by an unknown force. When not being tested, the experiments just roam around the place but only in their assigned facilities. There are two sections of this large foundation. The orthodox facility and the paradox facility. The orthodox facility is where the normal/harmless experiments go. The ones in Orthodox tend to be weak, friendly, or they just won't do anything. But the paradox facility is where all of the hostile and dangerous experiments go. It's where the other staff members of T.O.L have to be EXTREMELY careful...Some staff members even died just by going there....but Will doesn't do much about it. There are also many periods of time called the "Hours" there is Blue lit hour, Red lit Hour, and Dark hour. Blue lit hour is when the whole foundation has blue lights and strange things start to happen. Eyes forming in the walls, hallways and corridors being warped, etc. It tends to be more severe in the orthodox. When it happens, experiments and staff members must go to safe rooms (rooms that are not affected by the hours) and wait until it's over. They must try to avoid anything that has a blue tint to it because it could potentially mess up the experiments and Mr.Karmos doesn't want stuff to happen to the experiments unless it's something HE decided. Moving on to Red lit hour, Red lit hour (when the foundation has red lights) is a VERY dangerous hour. It's when the experiments of the paradox are at their most dangerous point and they start to break into the orthodox and try to kill or screw up anything in their path. Any staff member or experiment that is not in a safe room by the time Red lit hour starts will face terrible consequences (maybe a fate worse than death). And lastly, Dark hour is when the entire foundation goes dark. Experiments that are not in safe rooms by the time dark hour starts will disappear without a trace or they will suddenly change personalities and morals. For an example; when outside in dark hour, an orthodox experiment might suddenly become hostile, and would be sent to paradox after the dark hour is over. That's all for now and I might add more lore later. (My writing sucks)

I'm gonna make this into an incredibox horror mod thing except I won't make this into an actual mod because I said so. This is for silly reasons

It's also inspired by breakthrough and E.V.A.C.U.A.T.E :3

YAY

I don't have many ideas for characters so uh....you could maybe give character ideas or designs (you don't have to because this is just a silly thing)

[nieloxychen]

vamp and wolfie worldbuilding

vamp is now named anastacio “butch” de rojas! in this anachronistic fantasy world hes a greaser. rival gangs used to call him “the butcher” bc of his job, ruthlessnes and bc his diet consists mostly of rare meats and blood. anastacio did not care for that at all and started to cut ppl off (in various ways) when they called him that so often that they now call him butch. his gang thinks its funny bc hes honestly not traditionally masculin at all. theres a butch lesbian in his gang who is playfully annoyed that they didnt get that nickname. he was conscripted into the army as a spy (bc vampires are much more common and accepted in the enemy kingdom, so people already expect them to be traitors,,) and sent to the enemy kingdom when they learned of an impending war between the two kingdoms. he quickly joined the enemy kingdoms army and rose through the ranks to the point that the queen openly favoured him. which was really helpful for his spying and also led to anastacio meeting shepard...

shepards (wolfie) full name is shepard connor and he is a farm boy and shepherd. he grew up in a small border village between the two kingdoms, which was officially part of the “enemy kingdom” and was kidnapped a few months before the war started. anastacio and shepard arrvied in the enemy kingdoms capital city around the same time but by very different means and reasons. shepard and a few others were used in experiments to create werewolves that were always in “wolf” form. the goal was to use them as bodyguards and an elite fighting team, loyal and vicious and easy to condition and control. the process was torturous and many victims were completly overwhelmed by their new instincts and lost themselves. shepard was lucky and didnt, but that allowed him to be aware of the fact that no one should know that. him and the other successful “mutts” (as they were unofficially called) of the first batch were given to the queens favoured as personal guards and servants, with shepard being assigned to anastacio...

anastacio feels understandably uncomfortable with the situation and does his best to treat shepard well, as well as not attract attention for not being a fan of the whole human experimentation thing. shepard notices this and after a few weeks the two start to figure eachother out. shepard discovers that anastacio is a spy and anastacio realizes that shepard has retained himself where most other mutts didnt. after some careful testing eachother out, they start to work together. shepard as a mutt, is not seen as someone who can retain information more complicated than simple orders. so he helps gather further information for anastacio, while anastacio gives him information on shepards family and gives him resources to relearn any skills he lost through the changes he was put through.

im not sure how or why exactly yet, but they get captured by soldiers from anastacios kingdom and anastacio is imprisoned in order to keep him being a spy secret. but im not sure what would make sense to happen to shepard... the kingdom prides itself on being like.. nice? but that doesnt mean they want to openly admit to knowing that shepard and others are not willing combatants or something. i know that the two are going to be seperated until after the end of the war though. after the war, anastacio is quietly released from prison and leaves the kingdom for a third one that wasnt involved in the war at all. shepard is able to leave as well and travels to try and find anastacio. he eventually does and they live together from then on!!

i think anastacios gang would want to get answers from him, considering he left a cryptic message for them (so they wouldnt be in danger), disappeared for years and is then very publicly jailed for being a ""traitor"". his family would have publicly denounced him the moment he was arrested, largely because people were already assuming them to be traitors. anastacio also doesnt have much of a relationship with his family and hasnt talked with them in about a decade. so they have no idea what his character is like apart from occasionally hearing of his gangs exploits. shepards family would not look for him... disappearances are semi-common and especially those without influence and power would prefer to believe that their loved ones were killed by the animals that are a danger anyways. rather than focus on them not ever really knowing what happened to them, if they suffered or not. maybe one or two family members or friends would try to find shepard, but the majority of the people that knew him before his transformation prefer to think he is dead.